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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.