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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.