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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.