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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.