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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.