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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.