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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.