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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.