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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.