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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.