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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.