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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.