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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.