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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.