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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.