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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.