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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.