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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.