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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.