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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.