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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.