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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.