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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.