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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.