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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.