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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.