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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.