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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.