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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.