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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.