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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Index,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.