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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.