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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.