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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.