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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.