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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.