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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.