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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.