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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.