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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.