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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.