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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.