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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.