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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.