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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.