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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.