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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.