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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.