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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.