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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.