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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.