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 Oman and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Techniques,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Lalann,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.