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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.