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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.