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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.