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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.