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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.