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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.