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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
the Association,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.