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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.