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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.