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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.