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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.