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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.