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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.