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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.