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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.