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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Names,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.