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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.