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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.