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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.