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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.