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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.