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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.