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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.