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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.