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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.