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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.