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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.