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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.