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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.