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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.