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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.