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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.