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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.