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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.