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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.