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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.