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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.