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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Christie 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.