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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Smog,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.