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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.