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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.