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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.