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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.