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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.