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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Technova,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.