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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.