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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
UT,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.