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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.