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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.