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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.