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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.