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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.