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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.