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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.