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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.