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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.