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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
MDC,
cv313,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.