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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.