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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.