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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Main Source 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.