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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.