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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.