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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Smog,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.