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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.