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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.