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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.