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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.