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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.