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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.