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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.