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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.