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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Remains,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.