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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.