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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.