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 Slovenia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.