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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.