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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.