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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.