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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Magma,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.