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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.