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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.