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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.