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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.