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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.