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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
the Normal,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.