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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.