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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.