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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.