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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Wake,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.