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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.