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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
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.