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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.