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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.