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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.