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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.