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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.