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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Can,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.