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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.