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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Television,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.