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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.