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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.