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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.