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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.