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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.