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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.