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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.