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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.