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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.