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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.