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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.