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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.