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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.