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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.