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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.