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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.