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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.