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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.