Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.