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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.