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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.