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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.