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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.