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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.