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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.