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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 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 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.