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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.