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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.