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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.