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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.