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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.