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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.