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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.