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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.