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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.