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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.