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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.