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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
UT,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.