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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.