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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.