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-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.