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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.