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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.