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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.