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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.