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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.