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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.