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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.