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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.