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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.