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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
the Germs,
the Association,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.