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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
MDC,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.