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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.