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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.