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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.