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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Crime,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
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.