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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.