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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.