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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.