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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.