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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.