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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.