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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.