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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Cameo,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.