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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.