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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.