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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.