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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.