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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.