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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.