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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.