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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.