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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
X-102,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.