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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.