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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.