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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Doors,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.