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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Pole,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.