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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.