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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.