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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.