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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.