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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.