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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.