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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.