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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 10cc to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.