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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Index,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Brick,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Rakim,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.