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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.