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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.