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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.