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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Organ,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.