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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.