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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.