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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
ABC,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.