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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.