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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.