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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Magma,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.