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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.