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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.