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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
UT,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.