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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.