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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.