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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.