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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Magma,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.