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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.