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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.