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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.