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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.