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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.