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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.