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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.