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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.