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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.