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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Erasure,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.