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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.