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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.