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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Index,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.