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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.