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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.