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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.