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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.