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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Can,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.