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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.