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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.