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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.