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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.