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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.