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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.