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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Technova,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.