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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.