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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.