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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.