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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.