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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.