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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.