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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.