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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
EPMD,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.