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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.