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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Japan,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.