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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Yaz,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.