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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.