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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.