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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.