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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.