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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.