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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.