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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.