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 India and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.