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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.