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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.