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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.