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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.