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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.