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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.