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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.