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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Television,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.