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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Darondo,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.