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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.