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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.