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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.