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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.