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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.