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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.