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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.