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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.