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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.