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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Slave,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.