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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.