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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.