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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.