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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Roxette,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.