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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.