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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.