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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.