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 Tanzania and from London.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.