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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.