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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.