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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
New Order,
DNA,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.