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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.