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 Poland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.