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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Television,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.