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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.