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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.