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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.