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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.