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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.