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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.