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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.