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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Kayak,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.