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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.