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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.