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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.