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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.