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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.