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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.