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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.