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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.