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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.