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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.