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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.