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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.