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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.