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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.