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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.