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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
X-102,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.