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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.