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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.