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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.