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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.