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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.