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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hardrive 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
MDC,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.