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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.