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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.