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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.