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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.