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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.