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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.