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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Kayak,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.