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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
MC5,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.