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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
DNA,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Smog,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.