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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.