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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.