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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.