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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.