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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.