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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Crime,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Nico,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.