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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Brick,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Jandek,
AZ,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.