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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.