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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.