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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.