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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.