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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.