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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.