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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.