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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Association to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.