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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.