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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.