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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.