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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.