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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Mars,
This Heat,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.