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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.