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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.