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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.