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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Can,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.