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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.