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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.