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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.