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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.