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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.