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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.