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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.