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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.