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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.