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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Kayak,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.