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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.