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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.