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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Franke,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.