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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Wire,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.