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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.