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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.