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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Ten City,
MDC,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.