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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.