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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.