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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.