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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.