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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.