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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.