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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Fear,
Suicide,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.