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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.