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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.