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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.