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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.