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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
UT,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
X-101,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.