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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.