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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.