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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Names,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.