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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.