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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.