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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.