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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.