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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
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.