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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
MDC,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.