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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.