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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.