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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.