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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.