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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.