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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.