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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.