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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.