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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.