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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.