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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.