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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.