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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Oneida,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.