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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.