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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.