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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.