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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Hood 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.