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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.