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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.