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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.