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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.