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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.