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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.