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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.