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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.