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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.