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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.