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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.