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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.