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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.