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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.