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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.