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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.