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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.