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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.