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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.