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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.