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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.