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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.