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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.