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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 CMW to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.