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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.