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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.