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 Romania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.