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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.