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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.