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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.