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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.