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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Vogues 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.