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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.