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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.