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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.