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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.