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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.