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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.