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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Five Americans 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.