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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.