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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.