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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.