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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.