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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.