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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.