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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.