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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.