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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.