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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.