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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
DNA,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.