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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.