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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.