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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.