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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.