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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
MC5,
Erasure,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.