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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.