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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.