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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.