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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.