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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.