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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Index,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.