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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.