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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.